i'm in a weird kind of mood today; this weekend is the first weekend since the summer started in which i do not have anything planned, AT ALL. not a single thing scheduled. a part of me is happy because i finally get to relax; another part of me feels restless, like i should be doing something, keeping busy, distracting myself from my thoughts. i don't like the fact that i feel like this.
i've been reading william leith's 'the hungry years; the confessions of a food addict'; it was published last summer and i had bought it then for the plane ride to london; needless to say i didn't read much of it on the plane or even off, so here i am a summer later finally getting my nose into it. it's a great book so far; it details his life of binge eating and yo-yo dieting, not to mention the drugs, alcohol and sex. written in a stream-of-consciousness style that's actually not annoying to read, i find the way he thinks about food absolutely fascinating. click here to read an interview he did with the observer.
developments in the 'crush' saga:
a) i slapped his bum this week (very 'cheeky' of me, i know); damn, he has got a NICE ass.
b) i found out the girl he's 'sort of' seeing actually does exist and - get this - she's asian, like me. fuck.
c) he flirts like a friggin' mofo...girlfriend or not, he'll flirt with anything that moves.
d) i hate the fact that i'm one of the people he flirts with, and the fact that i enjoy it.
last week my family and i were at a neighbourhood chinese restaurant having peking duck (yes, it was orgasmic); we were reminiscing about when we first moved to canada and were living in my aunt's house in downtown toronto. canuckian and i were young then, only 3 or 4; my mom was recounting how we were bawling, kicking and screaming at the top of our lungs when they brought us to daycare for the very first time. the daycare was located at the end of our street, only a few steps from our house but man, did we cause a ruckus or what, so much so that before our second day of daycare, they got us all dressed and ready to go the night before so when we woke up the next day they could just pick us up and run to the daycare before we had a chance to put up a fight!
other memories:
- the room we shared with our two cousins, complete with star wars curtains, sheets and comforters;
- the creak of the stairs and the long wooden bannister;
- the best porch in the world, with it's many layers of grey paint;
- skipping rope on the street in front of our house;
- going to the one chinese restaurant we always went to, all the time, with its little garden and fountain in front;
- buying the fake plastic gold rings with the fake gems made especially for little girls like me, in the convenience store next door to the restaurant;
- feeling like a million bucks wearing a fake gold ring, complete with adjustable band;
- eating my favourite donut, hawaiian, in my aunt's kitchen;
- chewing away all the sprinkles and leaving the donut part for my aunt to eat.
CET :o)
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Saturday, August 19, 2006
my crush proposed to me...sort of
no he wasn't on bended knee and no, he did not have a diamond ring, but i said yes! let me explain:
we had lunch together this week and after lunch we were walking around when he said he wanted to check out an event space in our building - apparently it's suppose to be very pish posh and beautiful. on our way there we realized we had to come up with a reason/lie in order to be allowed in; i said we should pretend we're here on behalf of our company, looking into event spaces for a corporate function. he agreed with me but then after a while he said "we should pretend that we're engaged to be married." WHAT??? i laughed and asked if this meant that i'd have to convert to his religion, or whether he should convert to mine.
we finally got to the floor where the elevator up to the event space was located. we entered the elevator (we were the only ones) and pressed the button; the doors closed and then...nothing. we weren't moving, but the doors weren't opening! we were laughing and pressing all the buttons, trying to get something to work; we were also wondering how we would explain this to our co-workers when we got back. if i was more suave i would've said something suggestive, which would have led to him grabbing me, pushing me up against the wall and kissing me passionately (ha ha, in my fantasies!), but i am about as suave as an acne-infested, pre-pubescent nerd, and it didn't even DAWN on me to saying something like that, so we continued to laugh and press buttons instead. he then mentions that i don't have a diamond ring on my left ring finger so we might not be able to pass it off; again i made a joke of the situation and said "what, no diamond? what kind of a girl do you think i am?" we then tried the 'door open' button again and the elevator doors finally parted. sigh.
yes i know, i said i wouldn't post anything about him unless it was a significant development, but don't you think a proposal of marriage is?
CET :o)
we had lunch together this week and after lunch we were walking around when he said he wanted to check out an event space in our building - apparently it's suppose to be very pish posh and beautiful. on our way there we realized we had to come up with a reason/lie in order to be allowed in; i said we should pretend we're here on behalf of our company, looking into event spaces for a corporate function. he agreed with me but then after a while he said "we should pretend that we're engaged to be married." WHAT??? i laughed and asked if this meant that i'd have to convert to his religion, or whether he should convert to mine.
we finally got to the floor where the elevator up to the event space was located. we entered the elevator (we were the only ones) and pressed the button; the doors closed and then...nothing. we weren't moving, but the doors weren't opening! we were laughing and pressing all the buttons, trying to get something to work; we were also wondering how we would explain this to our co-workers when we got back. if i was more suave i would've said something suggestive, which would have led to him grabbing me, pushing me up against the wall and kissing me passionately (ha ha, in my fantasies!), but i am about as suave as an acne-infested, pre-pubescent nerd, and it didn't even DAWN on me to saying something like that, so we continued to laugh and press buttons instead. he then mentions that i don't have a diamond ring on my left ring finger so we might not be able to pass it off; again i made a joke of the situation and said "what, no diamond? what kind of a girl do you think i am?" we then tried the 'door open' button again and the elevator doors finally parted. sigh.
yes i know, i said i wouldn't post anything about him unless it was a significant development, but don't you think a proposal of marriage is?
CET :o)
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
there goes the bride
mr. bing is married now.
my calves ache from all the dancing :o)
it was a wonderful day! the weather was beautiful, but i think that's because the omnipotent being upstairs would have incurred mr. bing's wrath if it didn't produce a lovely day. seriously.
the bride looked resplendent in her gown, the bridesmaids pretty in a rainbow of pastel, the groom and groomsmen dapper in their tuxedos. my heart was full and my eyes slightly red as she walked down the aisle; i kept thinking "wow, this is it! mr. bing's getting married!" my next thought was to the reading that canuckian and i would do, corinthians 13. my heart was going a mile a minute and practically leaping out of my chest as i climbed the stairs to the podium. the reading went well though i think, judging from mr. bing's reaction and the compliments we received at the reception. we proved everyone wrong too by not laughing during the reading (did i mention it before, the fact that we were afraid we would laugh because of the scene in "the wedding crashers" featuring the reading from corinthians?).
the reception was good fun too; in order to get the bride and groom to kiss, each table had to come up with either a poem, song or haiku. i made up a poem that went down well with the crowd i think! the food was yummy (lovely mushroom soup, mmm); instead of a wedding cake they had a four-tier cupcake cascade! mr. bing doesn't know this (until now, hahaha) but when brown goddess, canuckian, gymstar and i were arranging the cupcakes on the tiered serving tray that morning, brown goddess and i each had a cupcake! what can i say, there was a surplus! mmm, very tasty...
the dancing started and it was what i was looking forward to all evening; classic songs from our childhood/teenage/university years plus a few recent hits - where else can you get new kids on the block, rob bass, salt n' pepa, spirit of the west and black eyed peas, all in one place? canuckian and i danced solidly for three hours, hence the achy calves today.
thoughts: i'm very happy for mr. bing and her now husband, though i must admit it feels weird, as she is the first of my close friends to get married. it's kind of like when you finish elementary school and start junior high, or from junior high to high school; things change, people change, you change, and while i do welcome change and embrace it when it comes, sometimes it's a hard pill to swallow.
CET
p.s. the only time i cried that day was when mr. bing was dancing with her father to louis armstrong's "it's a wonderful world"! it was just soooooo sweet and made me think of my daddy. :o)
my calves ache from all the dancing :o)
it was a wonderful day! the weather was beautiful, but i think that's because the omnipotent being upstairs would have incurred mr. bing's wrath if it didn't produce a lovely day. seriously.
the bride looked resplendent in her gown, the bridesmaids pretty in a rainbow of pastel, the groom and groomsmen dapper in their tuxedos. my heart was full and my eyes slightly red as she walked down the aisle; i kept thinking "wow, this is it! mr. bing's getting married!" my next thought was to the reading that canuckian and i would do, corinthians 13. my heart was going a mile a minute and practically leaping out of my chest as i climbed the stairs to the podium. the reading went well though i think, judging from mr. bing's reaction and the compliments we received at the reception. we proved everyone wrong too by not laughing during the reading (did i mention it before, the fact that we were afraid we would laugh because of the scene in "the wedding crashers" featuring the reading from corinthians?).
the reception was good fun too; in order to get the bride and groom to kiss, each table had to come up with either a poem, song or haiku. i made up a poem that went down well with the crowd i think! the food was yummy (lovely mushroom soup, mmm); instead of a wedding cake they had a four-tier cupcake cascade! mr. bing doesn't know this (until now, hahaha) but when brown goddess, canuckian, gymstar and i were arranging the cupcakes on the tiered serving tray that morning, brown goddess and i each had a cupcake! what can i say, there was a surplus! mmm, very tasty...
the dancing started and it was what i was looking forward to all evening; classic songs from our childhood/teenage/university years plus a few recent hits - where else can you get new kids on the block, rob bass, salt n' pepa, spirit of the west and black eyed peas, all in one place? canuckian and i danced solidly for three hours, hence the achy calves today.
thoughts: i'm very happy for mr. bing and her now husband, though i must admit it feels weird, as she is the first of my close friends to get married. it's kind of like when you finish elementary school and start junior high, or from junior high to high school; things change, people change, you change, and while i do welcome change and embrace it when it comes, sometimes it's a hard pill to swallow.
CET
p.s. the only time i cried that day was when mr. bing was dancing with her father to louis armstrong's "it's a wonderful world"! it was just soooooo sweet and made me think of my daddy. :o)
Thursday, August 10, 2006
wanted to jot this down...
- funny cottage moment: all of us were in the water and we were playing this game where one person would grab your left foot, another person would grab your right foot, and then the two people would launch you out of the water, causing you to fly through the air and into the water like a canonball. mr. bing and her brother's fiancee were trying to launch her brother out of the water, which was hard to do considering he's a tall, strapping lad. they each had one of his legs in hand; i wade over to help them out and the brother says "what the hell are you going to hold on to?" it was tooooooo funny...
- on the radio on the way home the dj was saying how the film editors at 'america's next top model' have to go through 200 hours of footage to put together a 41 minute show - if that's not what hell is like then i don't know what is...
- there was an extremely pushy, mean and bitchy woman on the subway today, barrelling through people, stepping on toes and not apologizing, muttering under her breath, that sort of thing. she stood beside me and when the seat in front of me became free, she proceeded to squish into it while i was in the process of sitting down, thereby causing me to sit on her lap. i turn around and do you know what i said to her? 'do you HAVE to be such a bitch?' she simply says 'yes', all the while avoiding eye contact. i could've made a scene and yelled at her some more but it wouldn't have done any good; she's just one of those people that go through life angry with everyone and everything. all the people on the subway glowered at her as they were annoyed with her too, and when i said what i said to her the gentleman beside me looked at me and smiled.
CET
- on the radio on the way home the dj was saying how the film editors at 'america's next top model' have to go through 200 hours of footage to put together a 41 minute show - if that's not what hell is like then i don't know what is...
- there was an extremely pushy, mean and bitchy woman on the subway today, barrelling through people, stepping on toes and not apologizing, muttering under her breath, that sort of thing. she stood beside me and when the seat in front of me became free, she proceeded to squish into it while i was in the process of sitting down, thereby causing me to sit on her lap. i turn around and do you know what i said to her? 'do you HAVE to be such a bitch?' she simply says 'yes', all the while avoiding eye contact. i could've made a scene and yelled at her some more but it wouldn't have done any good; she's just one of those people that go through life angry with everyone and everything. all the people on the subway glowered at her as they were annoyed with her too, and when i said what i said to her the gentleman beside me looked at me and smiled.
CET
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
cottage shenanigans/mani-pedi cherry plucked!
NOTE: this post was started on monday night but finished on wednesday night - the date for this post should therefore be wednesday!
business woman took canuckian and i to a nail salon today after work - it was my first manicure and pedicure, ever! the manicurist said i had nicely shaped nails and i was chuffed. my toes have never looked better! the three of us went to a local pub afterwards for some bangers and mash and a pint of beer. thanks be to business woman!
this 'mani/pedi' session is all in preparation for mr. bing's wedding this saturday...it is going to be absolute madness but more importantly, GOOD TIMES! mr. bing informed me of the 'must play' song list that she put together and i am SOOO excited it's ridiculous! shoop, do bee doop, do bee doop...
canuckian and i went to mr. bing's parents' cottage this weekend, along with mr. bing and her man, mr. bing's brother and his fiancee, and mr. bing's parents, the oh-so-awesome Mr. Shriner and his wife, Onesie. we swam everyday, played schoolyard games in the water (like spud, monkey in the middle, red rover, duck duck goose - remember those?), board games on land (i won monopoly, yeah!), ate when we were hungry (can we say 'oatmeal squares'?), slept when we were tired, roasted weiners and marshmallows over the campfire, took a ride on Mr. Shriner's motor boat...it was, as always, happy and memorable.
we go to mr. bing's cottage every year for our ritual known as the 'cottage reconnaissance'. i feel like this yearly pilgrimage acts like a life marker - it chronicles the passing of time, the onset of age, of life itself - perhaps this is why i always feel a bit melancholy when i arrive home from the cottage, like the feeling of homesickness only it's not home you miss, but what once was. i think mr. bing's wedding will be a pretty big life marker too. to think i've known this girl since grade 5, and now i'll be reading at her wedding...i'm very glad to have a friend like mr. bing.
i wish i could tell you all the stuff we got up to at the cottage, all the funny, laugh-until-your-belly-hurts type moments, but this entry would be far too long...i feel very blessed to be able to share such good times with people i love!
anyhoo, better end this post before it gets too sappy - goodnight!
CET :o)
business woman took canuckian and i to a nail salon today after work - it was my first manicure and pedicure, ever! the manicurist said i had nicely shaped nails and i was chuffed. my toes have never looked better! the three of us went to a local pub afterwards for some bangers and mash and a pint of beer. thanks be to business woman!
this 'mani/pedi' session is all in preparation for mr. bing's wedding this saturday...it is going to be absolute madness but more importantly, GOOD TIMES! mr. bing informed me of the 'must play' song list that she put together and i am SOOO excited it's ridiculous! shoop, do bee doop, do bee doop...
canuckian and i went to mr. bing's parents' cottage this weekend, along with mr. bing and her man, mr. bing's brother and his fiancee, and mr. bing's parents, the oh-so-awesome Mr. Shriner and his wife, Onesie. we swam everyday, played schoolyard games in the water (like spud, monkey in the middle, red rover, duck duck goose - remember those?), board games on land (i won monopoly, yeah!), ate when we were hungry (can we say 'oatmeal squares'?), slept when we were tired, roasted weiners and marshmallows over the campfire, took a ride on Mr. Shriner's motor boat...it was, as always, happy and memorable.
we go to mr. bing's cottage every year for our ritual known as the 'cottage reconnaissance'. i feel like this yearly pilgrimage acts like a life marker - it chronicles the passing of time, the onset of age, of life itself - perhaps this is why i always feel a bit melancholy when i arrive home from the cottage, like the feeling of homesickness only it's not home you miss, but what once was. i think mr. bing's wedding will be a pretty big life marker too. to think i've known this girl since grade 5, and now i'll be reading at her wedding...i'm very glad to have a friend like mr. bing.
i wish i could tell you all the stuff we got up to at the cottage, all the funny, laugh-until-your-belly-hurts type moments, but this entry would be far too long...i feel very blessed to be able to share such good times with people i love!
anyhoo, better end this post before it gets too sappy - goodnight!
CET :o)
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
evidence i am not a morning person
the skirt i wore yesterday was on backwards, as was my shirt today. when did i notice? when i got home from work, after the day was done. did i myself even notice it? no, my mother and sister did. can you tell from this example that i am not a morning person? yes.
funny thing is a co-worker complimented me on my skirt, even though it was on backwards!
i find this hilarious/telling: canuckian and i ransacked the cupboards tonight for a late-night snack; we came across a box of fortune cookies (i don't even know how we came about these, as you would normally NEVER find fortune cookies in my house) and one of my fortunes tonight (as i ate many) said "you will become better acquainted with a co-worker", HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...don't i wish! that fortune had better come true, and with a particular co-worker, STAT!
CET :o)
funny thing is a co-worker complimented me on my skirt, even though it was on backwards!
i find this hilarious/telling: canuckian and i ransacked the cupboards tonight for a late-night snack; we came across a box of fortune cookies (i don't even know how we came about these, as you would normally NEVER find fortune cookies in my house) and one of my fortunes tonight (as i ate many) said "you will become better acquainted with a co-worker", HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...don't i wish! that fortune had better come true, and with a particular co-worker, STAT!
CET :o)
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